Bitches Different Young Tri$to (Ft. Louie Koston)
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[Hook: Young Tri$to]
Bitches different, they like to call my phone be talking shit but I ain't wit it
Im on my own ain't got no worry bout no bitch or children
Im stacking commas left and right im on a money mission
The way I see right these bitches I got x-ray vision
Foreign riding never catch me cruising in a civic
Big ol body push the gas you hear six-hunnid horses
Im the type to fuck a milf and make em get divorces
Call me max pain cuz im riding around wit two torches
[Verse 1: Young Tri$to]
Tension building mama said she don't like how im living
I said don't worry im grown enough to make my own decisions
But she won't understand until make her all the millions
Crushed up cans in my codeiny help me fall ashleepy
Im out this planet interstellar in my own world
And I be flexing crispy benjis, not no soggy billies
1,2,3, cock back and send it
Bitch im the realest, got platinum song lust
[Hook: Young Tri$to]
Bitches different, they like to call my phone be talking shit but I ain't wit it
Im on my own ain't got no worry bout no bitch or children
Im stacking commas left and right im on a money mission
The way I see right these bitches I got x-ray vision
Foreign riding never catch me cruising in a civic
Big ol body push the gas you hear six-hunnid horses
Im the type to fuck a milf and make em get divorces
Call me max pain cuz im riding around wit two torches
Bitches different, they like to call my phone be talking shit but I ain't wit it
Im on my own ain't got no worry bout no bitch or children
Im stacking commas left and right im on a money mission
The way I see right these bitches I got x-ray vision
Foreign riding never catch me cruising in a civic
Big ol body push the gas you hear six-hunnid horses
Im the type to fuck a milf and make em get divorces
Call me max pain cuz im riding around wit two torches
[Verse 1: Young Tri$to]
Tension building mama said she don't like how im living
I said don't worry im grown enough to make my own decisions
But she won't understand until make her all the millions
Crushed up cans in my codeiny help me fall ashleepy
Im out this planet interstellar in my own world
And I be flexing crispy benjis, not no soggy billies
1,2,3, cock back and send it
Bitch im the realest, got platinum song lust
[Hook: Young Tri$to]
Bitches different, they like to call my phone be talking shit but I ain't wit it
Im on my own ain't got no worry bout no bitch or children
Im stacking commas left and right im on a money mission
The way I see right these bitches I got x-ray vision
Foreign riding never catch me cruising in a civic
Big ol body push the gas you hear six-hunnid horses
Im the type to fuck a milf and make em get divorces
Call me max pain cuz im riding around wit two torches
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